Beneath the skies whisper
Belongs this innocent girl
Lost in a sea of lavender
She plucks at purple pearls

In a symphony of color
Amidst its majestic hue
Where nature’s canvas glistens
Her angelic soul does too

Tranquil fields of fragrance
Where her secrets often hide
Gentle blooms embrace her
Tiny fingers the only guide

The bouquet that she gathers
She holds closely to her heart
Slowly it grows larger
A testament of nature’s art

She knows nothing lasts forever
Little hands hold the flowers tight
Her mind can’t help but wonder
Is this what heaven’s like

(Written for the painting titled ‘Starting To Wonder’)